Basically I wrote this at three in the morning, and I cried because it was late, &I have way too many 10/Rose feels to be contained. (PS I don't think my ending makes sense, so sorry about that D:)
I've been drabbling a lot lately. Turns out it's easier than I thought.
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Sometimes in the night, Rose wakes up screaming.
The tears start run down her face, and arms that seem so familiar, yet so unusual wrap around her.
He presses his lips to her temple, and slowly rocks her.
Rose's head falls to his chest, and he pulls her closer. He knows what she's thinking, and he knows how much she's hurting.
Jackie's seen a change since he's been there. She seems less lonely.
He strokes her hair, and she falls asleep in his arms. He lays her down, and props himself up on one elbow, watching her sleep. Watching the rise and fall of her chest.
In nine hundred and three years, he has never met someone he loves as much as her, and he knows he'll never have the bits of her heart she left behind.
But he's alright with that, because he knows they'll be able to spend their lives together, and that's what the Doctor would have wanted.